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Luda University is a prestigious university, but its major is too unpopular. Qiu Hua himself has a plain appearance and is not romantic.
However, he looked down upon the blind date his family found for him because of her mediocre conditions, and the girl he liked looked down upon him, so his college life was miserable.
This time, he finally met a literary goddess who not only liked boring literary classics, but also just happened to suit his aesthetic taste. Qiu Hua had already sworn in his heart that he would never let her run away.
"By the way, I still don't know what your name is?"
He diligently held the door open and welcomed the girl in, waiting until the girl came past him with a fresh fragrance, talking and laughing, and smiled back at him. Qiu Hua, who was immersed in the gentle fragrance, suddenly woke up and remembered the most crucial thing.
He also met this girl by chance in the cafe today. During the conversation, she talked about her school and major. She sounded very interested. Bewildered by her beauty, he volunteered to take her back to school.
The girl smiled and said, "Brother Qiu Hua, just call me Xiao He."
The National Studies Institute is one of the signature colleges of Luda University, and naturally covers a large area. However, today is a holiday, and the college is empty with few people.
Firstly, the number of students choosing those majors in the National Academy is smaller than that of students choosing popular majors such as law, finance, and diplomacy.
Secondly, studying history and writing articles is an extremely boring job. Normal study and work are tiring enough. On weekends, unless there are special circumstances, few students are willing to stay in the academy to continue studying.
Therefore, in the empty corridor, only Qiu Hua's voice echoed.
The noisy voices floated in the empty corridor, echoing endlessly, but received no response, which further highlighted the desolation of the National Academy.
However, Xiao He did not look disappointed. Instead, she excitedly pulled Qiu Hua and asked him questions.
"Brother Qiu Hua, what is this place? Is it written in Tibetan?"
Xiao He pointed curiously at a corner of the National Studies Museum.
Unlike other classrooms and libraries, most of the doorplates in this area are bilingual, and even the promotional posters on the walls are mostly bilingual.
The watermarks on some posters are snow-capped peaks on the plateau, some are ruined cities in the desert, and some are actually Buddhist temples in caves.
She could recognize that some of the posters were written in Tibetan, but she couldn't recognize most of the words.
Qiu Hua looked in the direction of Xiao He's finger and understood: "Oh, that's the Western Region History and Language Research Institute, which specializes in the study of Western Region history and culture."
"Some of them are in Tibetan, and some are in Mongolian, Tangut, Persian and Manchu."
Seeing that Xiaohe seemed to be interested in the Western Regions, Qiu Hua took her to the Western Regions Institute.
"This Western Regions Institute is a specialty of our Luda University. No other school has such a large-scale Western Regions Culture Institute."
In front of outsiders, Qiu Hua still did not expose the shortcomings of his alma mater.
Qiu Hua's major in ancient literary history is considered an unpopular one, but compared with the major of the Western Regions Institute, it is really nothing.
The majors at the Western Regions Institute are the most unpopular among the unpopular, especially the Xixia and Persian majors. These dead languages are no longer used and have no use in society. No one would want to teach a minor language even if you are a teacher.
Most of the students in these majors are transferred here, or they choose the majors with the idea of taking advantage of a bargain. In many majors, there are more teachers than students.
It is often the case that several professors teach one student.
"The Western Region Institute is the quietest place in the National Academy. I rarely come here, so I don't know much about the situation. I just heard that there is a very famous old professor in charge of the Western Region Institute."
"It is said that the professor has high academic attainments and is very interesting in his lectures. Many people like his elective courses."
Qiu Hua talked about what he knew about the situation in the Western Regions Institute.
"Oh, what's the professor's name?"
"Well, that's the professor's name hanging on the wall over there. Professor Chen Jiuren, deputy director of the Institute of Western Region History and Language, and an expert on Western Region culture."
Xiao He seemed particularly interested in Chen Jiuren: "Do you know where the professor is now?"
Qiu Hua scratched his head. This question was beyond the scope of the syllabus. He hesitated and said, "It should be in the Western Regions Institute. I heard that Professor Chen has no family and lives alone. He stays in the school every day to do research."
Xiao He said to himself, "Sure enough, it's just as our intelligence described."
Qiu Hua thought she was a little strange: "What intelligence? Is it a question about the forced call?"
Xiao He looked at Qiu Hua with a charming and affectionate smile and seductive eyes, which made Qiu Hua blush.
Xiao He lifted Qiu Hua's chin and said, "If it were normal, I would definitely tease you more, but I'm short on time now and don't have time to play with you."
"Besides, you're not that Capricorn guy. Without his looks, you don't have to use this trick to pick up girls."
Looking at Qiu Hua who was already lying on the ground, Xiao He touched her long hair and spoke with a nostalgic tone.
Chapter 351 Hook
"Huh~huh~"
Humming a Wu tune and dressed as youthful and beautiful as a college student, Xia He walked in the Western Region Institute with ease and directed her direction towards Chen Jiuren's office with a clear goal.
Originally, according to Quan Xing Yaoren's temperament, if he wanted to find someone, he wouldn't go to such great lengths to find one, and he would even use a college student to bring one in.
Just like how they captured Zhang Chulan back then, they could forcibly arrest him under the cover of night, or ask Yu Huadu for help, put on a layer of painted skin, change his name, and sneak into the campus.
However, this method may work in Nankai University, but it will not work in the Western Regions Institute of Luda University.
The Western Region Institute is a rare college with an extraordinary person as its director. The director of the Western Region Institute, Shen Jingzhi, is a Buddhist master with real cultivation, and his cultivation is superb and not inferior to the heads of other schools, such as Quan Xing Su Lao.
Shen Jingzhi did not come from an extraordinary family or sect, and his story of embarking on the path of cultivation is quite legendary.
He was originally a scholar who studied Sino-Tibetan languages and cultures. In his middle age, he was a member of an official Sino-Tibetan cultural research team and went to the snowfield for a field survey. While staying overnight in a temple, he met a Nyingma master.
The two hit it off immediately and began to exchange Chinese and Tibetan Buddhism.
Shen Jingzhi was well-read, and the Nyingma master was well-versed in esoteric Buddhism. The more they communicated, the more excited they became, and both felt that they had gained a lot.
Three days later, when the research team was about to leave the temple, Shen Jingzhi applied to leave the team and stayed in the temple to write a paper on Sino-Tibetan Buddhism.
The team leader felt that this question was of great research value and would be beneficial to national unity, so he approved Shen Jingzhi's request.
After that, Shen Jingzhi traveled around the major temples in Tibet for more than half a year with the letter of introduction, communicating with masters of various sects, borrowing scriptures, and gaining an in-depth understanding of Tibetan Buddhism.
Most Tibetan scriptures were written by highly accomplished masters or Rinpoches. Like Taoist scriptures, the methods of practice are implied between the lines.
When Shen Jingzhi successfully wrote the paper "On the Differences between Han and Tibetan Buddhism", even though he had not received Buddhist vows, he naturally comprehended the Buddhist Dharma and became an acquired extraordinary person.
Just get rid of the slightest bit of ignorance in your heart, and you will be blessed by all directions.
Shen Jingzhi realized the truth from the one hundred volumes of the Yogacarabhumi Sutra and the annotations of Tibetan masters. With the guidance of the Nyingma master, he found the Abhidharma-samuccaya-śravaṇa written by Master Xuanzang and read it.
He has reached the state of being able to transform the six consciousnesses. It is said that he is only one step away from achieving perfection and entering the realm of clear consciousness. His six consciousnesses are extremely sharp. If he were to sit in the National Academy, nothing within a mile could be hidden from him.
Observing the big and small things in the museum is like observing the lines on the palm of your hand.
It was this time that Shen Jingzhi left Lu University and led the team to the snowfield for research, otherwise Xia He would not have dared to take on this task.
Although Shen Jingzhi had left, there was still a Vajra Dharma practitioner named Biyun Gerile left in the National Academy, so sneaking in was not feasible. So Shen Chong helped her find Qiu Hua, and using him as a raft, Xia He successfully sneaked in quietly.
"In the past, it was Xueli or Bayi who came to see me. I didn't expect it to be you, Shugo, this time. Actually, you young people are so busy with work that you don't need to take time out to accompany an old man like me."
The empty National Academy made the sound travel far. In addition, Chen Jiuren was nearly eighty years old, but he was still full of energy. Therefore, Xia He could hear the old man's hearty laughter from a distance.
Before coming here, Xia He had done enough research and listened to Chen Jiuren's open class that was circulated on the Internet. Even though Xia He's hearing was not as good as Shen Jingzhi's, she could still easily identify the person who was speaking, and that was her target this time, Chen Jiuren.
However, from the tone of his voice, there was someone else in Chen Jiuren's office. This was really strange. Didn't he have no family and rarely had visitors?
"There, I just finished attending the Luotian Grand Ceremony and have nothing to do, so I came to see you. Brother Kaixuan and my eldest brother Hu Bayi have always been thinking about you. Didn't Da Jin Ya thank Professor Chen in the inscription of his Tomb Raiders' Notes written a while ago?"
"Haha, that Xiao Jin, you know what he wrote is not realistic, but it is really popular among young people. This year, quite a few students really applied for the archaeology department because of reading his book. However, I don't know how long these students who applied because of momentary passion can stick with it."
"I don't know if we can find another good talent like Ye Yixin, Chu Jian, and Satipeng."
"professor···"
"Sometimes, I always wonder why God didn't take my old bones away. What use are my old bones? They are the future of Western Region culture and archaeology."
When talking about this incident, one can still hear the deep regret in Chen Jiuren's tone.
Xia He stood at the door for a long time without moving, listening to the young man inside comforting Chen Jiuren.
It wasn't that she suddenly felt sympathy and couldn't bear to attack Chen Jiuren again, but that she didn't dare to move.
As early as the young man opened his mouth, Xia He had already guessed who was chatting with Chen Jiuren inside.
Luo Tian Da Jiao performed brilliantly, and defeated Hu Xiuwu who made Gao Ning and Yuan Tao flee in panic!
The second she discovered it, she immediately wanted to turn around and leave. She couldn't touch this tough guy.
But as soon as she moved, a strand of her hair broke into two pieces and fell to the ground. Xia He stopped moving and dared not move again. Her scalp was numb and her whole body felt like it was being pricked by needles.
There was a wisp of sword energy as thin as an ox hair floating around her, emitting its sharpness from time to time, threatening Xia He and making Xia He dare not move again.
Xia He stood obediently at the door of Chen Jiuren's office for an hour, just like a student who was punished. When Chen Jiuren and Hu Xiuwu finished chatting and Chen Jiuren sent Hu Xiuwu to the door, the silver sword thread dissipated silently.
"Professor Chen, you are my elder, so you don't need to see me off. You should enjoy your life at your age."
"I can't stay idle."
As if he couldn't see it, Chen Jiuren ignored Xia He standing at the door. His face was normal and he smiled gently: "You are alone at home, so why not use your remaining energy in school and teach one more student? This will also be a small contribution for the country's archaeology industry."
Hu Xiuwu sighed. Over the years, Chen Jiuren had been studying and teaching students day and night with a sense of atonement.
I want to do my best to fulfill their common wish, explore the culture of the Western Regions, and promote the profession of archaeology, as a comfort to their spirits in heaven.
"So, don't bother him."
Hu Xiuwu, who originally had a warm smile on his face, immediately became cold and expressionless as he spoke to Xia He after Chen Jiuren returned to the office.
For the time being, Xia He didn't care what method Hu Xiuwu used to hide her figure. She lifted the hair beside her ear, sucked her fingers and said:
"I don't want to either, but the old man has a big secret, which is really tempting."
"Aren't you here because of this, too?"
"Jingjue Ancient City."
Due to Hu Xiuwu's intervention, Gong Qing and Lu Liang did not obtain all the memories of "Tian Jinzhong", but only a fragment.
This clip is also incomplete. When searching for memories, it is like using an old-fashioned TV to watch a program with poor frame rate and signal loss. I can only vaguely see that the elderly Zhang Huaiyi once came to see Tian Jinzhong.
Most of the conversation between the two could not be heard clearly, but I could vaguely make out four words.
"Jingjue Ancient City."
Xia He put her finger to her lips and rubbed her legs: "In fact, we can't be sure whether Chen Jiuren is the key to the problem, but since Brother Xiuwu, you rushed back so hurriedly, it means that this matter must be true."
Hu Xiuwu looked serious and solemn, as if he was in a bad mood, but he was actually secretly happy.
Hooked.